Glancing at the women's easy reader TimeX on my left wrist, I noted the time, 4 58. Though it had been a long day, the taxes for my client, an automobile dealership, remained only half complete. The owner understood that they would be ready on Monday so I planned on being at my desk for several more minutes.
My name is Stefani Caruso. Thirty years old, I had been employed by the firm for 7 years since gaining my certification.
My colleagues at the office are Jon, age 52, and Michelle, age 41. We have a cordial relationship that often sees me engaging them in small talk.
By 5 15 having completed the form and filed it electronically, I asked Jane at the front desk to place a phone call informing dealership owner Alan Longfellow that his taxes are ready.
A four mile daily run keeps me slim. Genetics has given my waist a long gentle curve. My thighs are slim and there's big curve in the hips. My breasts are a generous C cup.
That day I wore a red/black colorblock patchwork, knee-length, fall boatneck, sheath dress with red pointed-toe pumps. The dress accentuates my body shape which is why I like it.
Home by 6, I begin preparing a meal. Not exactly the world's best cook, I shoved ready-made stuffed peppers into the oven and relaxed in my sofa. In the meantime the novel "Dangerous Waters", a romance authored by Radcliffee and stored on my i-pad, is being read to me by a woman.
Single, I like living vicariously through the characters in lesbian romance tales. My ex Lynne remains a close friend. Unfortunately we broke up over a critical issue. She wanted a family but motherhood is not my thing.
Exhibitionism has never been my thing, till now. Looking through my window at the cars below and a few scattered walkers, I have finally decided to take it all off. Nudity is freeing.
Wanting to make sure that I can be seen in the window, I lit my livingroom before letting my dress and bra slip to the bedroom floor. I pulled off my panties as well before leaving the bedroom.
By the window I began swaying my hips in oval motions. A slight change in my motion made my boobs jiggle. This girl was having a good time.
I strolled into work at 8 not expecting a reaction to my show of the previous night. The dress this day is a v-neck, white and black WHBK sheath type.
"Nice show last night," Jon teased.
Stunned briefly by the remark, I asked, "how much did you see."
Jon chuckled then answered with a question. "How much did you take off?"
"Does your wife know you like looking at naked women?"
He let my comeback pass.
I added, "nudity is freeing."
"So this isn't the first time," Jon observed.
"It is the first time."
"My wife left me for another woman."
"Really, when," I asked.
"Five years ago," said Jon.
"That's a bummer."
I would not admit to being lesbian but secretly I wanted to meet Jon's ex wife. I briefly fantasized being naked in front of her.
The usually talkative Michelle remained quiet through this whole interaction. I glanced at her. I wonder who your husband looks at.
Michelle likes wearing bodycon dresses accentuating a spectacular body. I gave her one last glance before going into my cubicle. I would love to see her naked. Too bad she's married to a man. Maybe I can flip her.
Inside my cubicle for just two minutes the urge to work naked came to me. Off came the dress, the bra and the panties.
Not long afterward my colleages got an eyeful of naked Stefani as I headed for the copying machine on behalf of a client.
This time no one commented although someone did whistle. It might'ave been a client, or possibly Jon.
Anyway I worked the remainder of the day nude then carried my clothes to my car.
I was home for about 20 minutes when I called Lynne.
Her phone rang three times before she answered it. "What's up?"
